Post by hammerstein on Aug 29, 2018 21:20:48 GMT -5
Is this shit supposed to scare me?
Hammerstein and his manager, Reese Kennedy, watch the Festival of Thunder and Fire on Kennedy’s IPad Air. Kennedy, shakes his head and chuckles.
Guys like this make me laugh, Champ. They eek out a victory and they think they've got your number.
Hammerstein's face takes on a more serious tone as he nods his head.
Zenki, I don't know what ya expected me to do after ya beat me. Did ya expect me to bitch and moan? Or maybe ya expected me to just pull up stakes, pack it in, and call it a tournament?
The American Monster shakes his head.
Not gonna happen.
See, when I lose a match, ya won't hear me singin’ the blues. Hell no. I pick myself up, wipe off the blood,and I push forward. I don't dwell on losses, especially on a tour like this. If ya do that, and you’re not focusin’ on the task at hand, you'll end up on the outside looking in. The fact that I'm in the Block A finals with ya proves my point.
Ya talk about an all native finals and about how you'll dominate the filthy Gaijin. Ya know, ya sound a lot like those assholes in The WALL. But I don't care about WALLS, Demon Lords, Zombies, zealots, or any of that silly bullshit. Because, at the end of the day, Zenki, no matter what you, or any of the sheep that follow ya believe, you're just a man.
And a man can get his ass kicked.
Hammerstein's face begins to turn red with anger and emotion. He runs his hands through his hair, clenching two handfuls of his raven locks in his fists.
And I'm gonna kick your ass, Zenki. I'm gonna dominate ya. I'm gonna hurt ya. I'm gonna drag your sorry ass from one end of the goddamn Mirai Dome to the other, kickin’, punchin’, bitin’, and clawin’ ya as I go. And just before I put your ass down like some Parvo riddled dog, I'm gonna rip that mask off your head and show the world, and your zealots, just how fuckin’ ugly ya are. Then I'm gonna drop ya on your head and end all your bullshit about an all native final.
After that, I get the winner of Block B on Night Seven. I either get a Zombie or a Mountain. I honestly don't care which one I get, cause I'm gonna kick either one's ass.
Tokyo Zombie, I respect your accomplishments in this sport, but because ya swing from Zenki’s balls, that makes ya no better than him. I'd love to be able to say that I beat the hell outta the two topkicks of The Demon Brigade on consecutive nights.
And you, Mountain Nakama, don't think for one minute that I forgot about ya. See, Blondie, your manager can shoot his goddamn mouth off all he wants about you two havin’ no fear of me. I'm gonna show both y'all that ya don't have to be scared of a man for him to kick your ass.
Hammerstein turns to Kennedy.
It reminds me of a joke, Reese. Stop me if you've heard it.
A Demon, a Zombie, and a Mountain walk into the J1 Summit.
And I find myself in a position I haven't been in for over a year.
Underdog.
4 world titles on 3 continents, beatin’ some of the top names in the sport.
And I'm the underdog.
But that's ok. Because the punchline of this whole thing is I kick Zenki’s ass, then either Zombie’s or Nakama’s.
And at the end of it all, The American Monster will win Max-J J1 Summit, and the Demon Brigade will be singin’ the blues.
Hammerstein and his manager, Reese Kennedy, watch the Festival of Thunder and Fire on Kennedy’s IPad Air. Kennedy, shakes his head and chuckles.
Guys like this make me laugh, Champ. They eek out a victory and they think they've got your number.
Hammerstein's face takes on a more serious tone as he nods his head.
Zenki, I don't know what ya expected me to do after ya beat me. Did ya expect me to bitch and moan? Or maybe ya expected me to just pull up stakes, pack it in, and call it a tournament?
The American Monster shakes his head.
Not gonna happen.
See, when I lose a match, ya won't hear me singin’ the blues. Hell no. I pick myself up, wipe off the blood,and I push forward. I don't dwell on losses, especially on a tour like this. If ya do that, and you’re not focusin’ on the task at hand, you'll end up on the outside looking in. The fact that I'm in the Block A finals with ya proves my point.
Ya talk about an all native finals and about how you'll dominate the filthy Gaijin. Ya know, ya sound a lot like those assholes in The WALL. But I don't care about WALLS, Demon Lords, Zombies, zealots, or any of that silly bullshit. Because, at the end of the day, Zenki, no matter what you, or any of the sheep that follow ya believe, you're just a man.
And a man can get his ass kicked.
Hammerstein's face begins to turn red with anger and emotion. He runs his hands through his hair, clenching two handfuls of his raven locks in his fists.
And I'm gonna kick your ass, Zenki. I'm gonna dominate ya. I'm gonna hurt ya. I'm gonna drag your sorry ass from one end of the goddamn Mirai Dome to the other, kickin’, punchin’, bitin’, and clawin’ ya as I go. And just before I put your ass down like some Parvo riddled dog, I'm gonna rip that mask off your head and show the world, and your zealots, just how fuckin’ ugly ya are. Then I'm gonna drop ya on your head and end all your bullshit about an all native final.
After that, I get the winner of Block B on Night Seven. I either get a Zombie or a Mountain. I honestly don't care which one I get, cause I'm gonna kick either one's ass.
Tokyo Zombie, I respect your accomplishments in this sport, but because ya swing from Zenki’s balls, that makes ya no better than him. I'd love to be able to say that I beat the hell outta the two topkicks of The Demon Brigade on consecutive nights.
And you, Mountain Nakama, don't think for one minute that I forgot about ya. See, Blondie, your manager can shoot his goddamn mouth off all he wants about you two havin’ no fear of me. I'm gonna show both y'all that ya don't have to be scared of a man for him to kick your ass.
Hammerstein turns to Kennedy.
It reminds me of a joke, Reese. Stop me if you've heard it.
A Demon, a Zombie, and a Mountain walk into the J1 Summit.
And I find myself in a position I haven't been in for over a year.
Underdog.
4 world titles on 3 continents, beatin’ some of the top names in the sport.
And I'm the underdog.
But that's ok. Because the punchline of this whole thing is I kick Zenki’s ass, then either Zombie’s or Nakama’s.
And at the end of it all, The American Monster will win Max-J J1 Summit, and the Demon Brigade will be singin’ the blues.